On the Wind

It was a Tuesday, at the depot
I saw the soldiers stationed at the door
And I said, under my breath
No more

I'm not a rebel, or a fighter
Just an Irishman who loves his native land
So it's time, dearest Cathy
To make my stand

You know I love you, darling Catherine
And I swear someday I'll be back home again
But in the morning, I'll be leaving
On the wind
Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind
On the wind

Is it money, or is it power
What drives men to hate their fellow man?
What did we Irish, ever do
To England?
So it's with sorrow, but with honor
That I go to fight for the hallowed Green
I can't tell you, when next
I'll be seen

You know I love you, darling Catherine
And I swear someday I'll be back home again
But in the morning, I'll be leaving
On the wind
Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind
On the wind

By tomorrow, I'll be gone, girl
I can't say when I'll next be in your arms
Nothing, but a rifle
To keep me warm
But this evening, no more tears, girl
Let's spend the time remembering what has been
Not goodbye, but until we
Meet again

You know I love you, darling Catherine
And I swear someday I'll be back home again
But in the morning, I'll be leaving
On the wind
Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind
On the wind

On the wind



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Steel
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